About five minutes later, she was snoring lightly. I nodded to Cathy and stood up with the little angel and walked her to the room Cathy wanted her in... I put her in bed, kissed her forehead and plugged in a night light.We then went back into the living room and I sat on the couch and surprise, Cathy sat on my lap.“Please, this way you are not looking at the face of a stupid failure. I have no place to go; my mother had warned me about the asshole of a boyfriend that I was living with. Thank god. After dinner we go up to my room afterwards. As we are sitting on my bed I see her underwear on the floor is a cute pink lace thong. I wonder what that would look like on me. I ask her if I put them on. She says ok. I take my skirt off then my panties. My stupid bush was so embarrassing. She laughs and says you really need to start shaving that. I put the thong on. The material felt so good. i look in the mirror. it looked to cute on me. from behind even better. my ass looked so nice and smooth. At least, she knew when she was being silly and I knew she had some fairly good goals to achieve in life despite her failure in religious circles. I think I was the only one that knew it was the devious plotting of the sanctimonious old priest that got her in the family way. Everyone just automatically assumed it was the Puerto Rican delivery boy or one of the juvenile delinquents the sisters were trying to rehabilitate into constructive life styles. I was glad they didn’t point the finger of. “I’m sorry, but yes” I reached to her cheek and wiped some of the tears away smudging her make-up further still, “we need to know if it’s just a sprain or a break and whether I’m gonna have to run you to hospital?” “Okay…” she answered sniffing back the tears. I turned my head back and watched as she slowly moved her toes around in a circle, a tiny whimper escaping her lips as she stretched her ankle to the left. “Try to stretch it a little more” I encouraged. The circle she made was at.